[ second time to call him darling; fyodor wonders if there is irony intended in the name. sarcasm? taunt? the gunshot wound that is slowly healing seems to wake up and make itself aware; fyodor is vulnerable. he hates it. he loathes it. he would rather crawl through hot coals than be faced with whatever dazai holds over him.
he places his elbows on the stone, arms folded as he watches dazai from the corner of his eye. the threat makes him smile. ]
It is a very nice ocean, a watery grave to cleanse away sin. [ that's not an answer and he knows it. ]
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he places his elbows on the stone, arms folded as he watches dazai from the corner of his eye. the threat makes him smile. ]
It is a very nice ocean, a watery grave to cleanse away sin. [ that's not an answer and he knows it. ]